"Because if they're scared of anyone," he said, "it's you."
"Me?" I sputtered.
His eyes turned flinty. "Yeah,you'rethe one making a racket."
Gwen spoke up. "Can't we all just calm down? Please?"
The guy looked to Gwen and muttered, "It's fine."
Gwen's tone grew apologetic. "No, it's not. I'mreallysorry."
I whirled to Gwen. "Why areyouapologizing?"
Gwen threw up her hands. "Becauseyoucertainly won't."
"Why should I?" I said. "It's notmyfault."
Gwen turned to the jerkwad and said, "Ireallyhate to say this, but I've got to leave for work. Maybe we could talk some other time?"
My jaw dropped.So she was planning to see him again?
Even in spite of the Tango thing?
The guy turned away, heading toward the front door. Over his shoulder, he told Gwen, "Yeah, well, you know where to find me."
Ten seconds later, he was gone.Finally.
After he left, I tried my best to talk some sense into Gwen. But whether because she had no time or no inclination, she was out the door so fast, you'd think the house had caught fire.
Through the front windows, I watched in sullen silence as her car backed out of the driveway and turned onto the street, leaving me alone with my troubled thoughts.
What a crappy day.
And strange too.
But it wasn't over yet.Within the hour, the day got just a little bit stranger.
Chapter 12
Harper
I was inside the coffee truck, rummaging just below the concession window when a familiar male voice asked, "You're not stalking me, are you?"
I froze.Crap.
It washim, the hottie who was renting my house. From here, I couldn't see him, but I recognized his voiceandthe sentiment.
The way it sounded, he was standing just outside the coffee truck window where a customer might stand to place an order –orwhere a certain someone might stand to give me grief, which of course, I totally deserved.
This morning, I'd made a complete fool of myself – first by flipping out about the house andthenby babbling about his abs and girls in his bed and heaven-knows-what.
Talk about embarrassing.
I'd already decided that I owed him an apology. But I hadn't planned to do itnow.
Or here.
For tonight, I had other plans. After Gwen had left for work, I'd stuck around the house for less than fifteen minutes before deciding that I needed a change of scenery –andthe chance to squeezesomesuccess out of this godawful day.
